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Poem: Where Are We?

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Where are we?

The alignment of my spine

The back of the moon black as a skillet

The edge of the red sea under

The whole truth solitary and loud

The lines on my hands like bows and arrows

The bubble wrap quieted

The cut of your sweat

Is it wonder?

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